Strudeler presents Tart Skills; where bottom lane sucks and the kills don't matter.
S3E11 (Episode 36) "INT"
In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Int and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Int Slayer.
Tempered by the fires of Int, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Int Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Int with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before.
And in his conquest against the blackened souls of the inted, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the seraphim bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might he crushed the obsidian pillars of the Blood Temples. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the nine circles. Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Int Slayer sought to end the dominion of the dark realm.
The age of his reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved his name deep in the tablets of Int across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the demons. They knew he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to feast on the blood of the wicked. For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting
None could stand before the horde but the Int Slayer. Despair spread before him like a plague, striking fear into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to deeper and darker pits. But from the depths of the abyss rose The Great One, a champion mightier than all who had come before. The Titan, of immeasurable power and ferocity. He strode upon the plain and faced the Int Slayer, and a mighty battle was fought on the desolate plains. The Titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Int Slayer's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the shadow horde were routed.
And in his terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Int Walker found the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the Int Slayer in a mighty armor, wrought in the forges of Int, impenetrable and unyielding. With sword and shield of adamantine strength, the Int Slayer set to banishing all that were left unbroken by his savagery to the void.
Yet as the mighty Titan fell and dread engulfed the armies of Int, the demon priests of the Blood Temples laid a trap to capture this scourge of Int. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the Int Walker sought prey in the tombs of the Blood Keep. And blinded by his fervor, the lure drew him in. The priests brought down the temple upon the Int Slayer, and in his defeat entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the Int Slayer was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Int that the terror within must never be freed. There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering.
YouTube Mirror: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vzzx-AdvvIA
Original Upload: December 3rd, 2019
